Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on May 25, 2008 0:30:55 GMT -6
~A Small Peek into Lives among their People~
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn wasof the many that were glad to be home once more. Finbar was still resting in the stables of Eohmark, waiting eagerly for his rider to return. The trip to Turas Lan had been a long one, too long in his opinion, but it was a journey that he and his wife had to take. His daughter was in his lap as the carriage pulled up to the first wooden gate of Eohmark, and once it opened, they made the ascend up the side of the cliff to the second gate, where there resided their home, the House of the Healing Horse. When the wagon finally stopped, Aislin was the first to get out, and the moment her feet touched the ground, Sorcha was passed to her until he could stand upon the solid ground as well, before taking her arm and slowly climbing the steps and passing through the doors. It was midday by the time they arrived, and that evening, there was to a smaller, private feast for the people of Eohmark, to toast their own victorious dead. As the evening came upon them, tables were set out, as well as barrels of ale and whiskey. Food was prepared by the servants and cooks, leaving the royal couple a chance to change and to rest a bit. Candles and torches were lit to cast a hearty orange glow about the hall. Everyone and their families sat at a table, children standing on the chairs for a better view while some women held a babe in their arms or at their hips. Eamonn was dressed in a deep burgundy tunic of cotton with a very high mandarin collar with embroidery of gold, black and green in the Celtic design. Over that was a long, over tunic of a red-brown hue made of velvet that was split up to the waist front and back. The sleeveless arm openings were trimmed in the same embroidered motifs as the undertunic, as well as the hemline's trim and around the V-neckline. A belt with his sword attached was fastened about his waist, and thanks to his wife, his blonde hair was combed neatly. Eamonn raised the large goblet in his large hand as he stood at the front of the hall, his wife a bit behind him and to the side. "We Honour the Brave men who fought this war, and those who gave their lives for such a noble cause. Hail to the glory of the dead." And with a loud reply of 'HAIL', Eamonn lifted the goblet to his lips and drank of it, then handed it to his wife for her to drink as well of the wine within the goblet
Aislin of Eohmark- There were many times where Aislin looked upon their new home and was still amazed at the fact that they lived in such a grand place and that they all had build every bit of area here. Aislin was quick to get a bath for herself and her husband to get ready for the private feast of their lands. Eohmark had come so close to being taken over and many, were ready for peace. Aislin and Eamonn did not wish to disappoint them. After brushing her own long locks of deep chestnut and now dark golden strands, she had done the same for her husband, wanting them to be presentable tonight and ready to make their first formal appearance as the lady and lord of Eohmark. Some time later, Aislin stood slightly behind her husband dress in a long gown of velvet and the deep shades of green, golds and yellows. Such colors, Aislin did not normally wear, but with the present of a teal dress, she was learning that colors were adored on her. The collar had been folded and the sleeves of the arms extended to the ground, moving like wings every time she would lift her hands higher then her waist. To help her walk so she would not need to pick up her skirts, the first layer of velvet had been pulled back and tied to the side, leaving a barely noticed slit along her right so that when she walked, it gave her room. Ocean eyes now seemed to shine with more jade in their depths due to the dress that covered her form. Every face, expression, words or signs was taken in as she looked to those that she would help grow and protect. Hands rested in front of her gown as she listened to her husband's husky voice, glad to hear it elsewhere save in her mind. Sorcha lay to rest within their room with a maiden that Aislin was growing comfortable with by her side. Among their people, Aislin spoke a 'hail' as well and waited for her husband to turn his body and give her his goblet to drink of. A custom, she was learning still from Eamonn himself. Many, were taking in the ways of Sevenwaters, finding the teaches and words of Eamonn to be a better, simple life that brought simple riches for all. Slender fingers gripped he goblet as it was brought to her wide and soft lips to taste of the drink he had within. A moment later, she passed it back to him and moved closer to his side. They had announced that Pyres, would be the traditional passing from this life to the next. Those who would want to be buried, would ask such in a will that could be written for them if they could not write. Most...were either undecided or had agreed to being burned because the sight of a graveyard did not appeal to them. Aislin waited for Eamonn to tell all to feast and go on with their night, before she leaned closer to his frame, the contrast between the green and deep burgandy made them mix but not match as they moved down the stairs and head for the food, Aislin's first place to be.
Eamonn of Eohmark- It was his duty to safe guard the people of not only Eohmark, but that of Skye as a whole. Still, such could not be done alone, and Eamonn was glad to have such loyal, and faithful men serve under him. Their families trusted him to protect and guide them, and Eamonn would do just that. They entrusted their lives to him, and he would keep them safe to death. Eohmark was much like Sevenwaters had been, for it was where he grew up, and it was what he had been use to. However, even the people here found the sort of place appealing because it was simple, yet had beauty and riches worth their weight in gold. It was not like the glorious city of Turas Lan with high stone walls. They had what they needed here, splendor was not in a bejeweled city. Eamonn waited for his wife to take a drink from the goblet as others drank their ale and whiskeys from their mugs, the children of course with cider and juice. As the goblet was passed back to him, Eamonn nodded, and rose the cup again. "Enjoy the festivities of the evening." He declared, and with a cheer, the chatter began as peopled moved about to get food and drinks. Music even played from those who felt the urge to play. Eamon waited for his wife to approach his side and step closer, and once she did, His arm wrapped around her waist, feeling the soft fabric, and pulled her close to him as he followed her to the foods. The goblet was drained of its contents, and passed to a servant to be cleaned and put away for another special occasion. He didn't need a fancy goblet to drink out of, save for ceremony and purpose. Now, all he needed was a typical clay mug glazed and filled with whiskey. With his drink in one hand, Eamonn reluctantly moved his arm from her waist and began to pile on the food for Aislin on her plate, filling it completely, before he helped himself and filled it with tender meats, bread, and a bit of vegetables. Finding the nearest table, Eamonn waited for her to seat herself first, before he sat beside his wife and heart, the mug and plate sat upon the wooden table as he reached into his boot and pulled out the plain dirk, and already began sawing off a large chunk of vension.
Aislin of Eohmark- Old habits seemed to never fade with the couple. Aislin grabbed a small plate to pile on some of the fresh fruits picked earlier that day while Eamonn handled the other foods such as meats, veggies and starches. Eyes danced between her husband, their plates he was getting and her own she was getting for them as well. Between the two of them. they could truly pile it on. Men near Eamonn smiled wide, but held back their laughter as they saw the large amount of food that the Lord Marshal was gathering as if he was going to be a bear and go hide away for the winter. Surprisingly, Aislin's appetite was back and in full swing, so she was more then ready to take on the plate her husband had made her. Men laughed and begun to play games to amuse themselves while their wives or children did the same elsewhere. Many men played drinking a food games. Who could eat the fastest or the most..who could drink the fastest or the most. Once Aislin and Eamonn were settled, Eamonn's second sat down across from them with his own wife and gave a nod to the Lord Marshal as he pulled his own dagger from his waist and the men seemed to mirror each other though Cormack used a fork as well. No words needed to be shared as Aislin ate with a eased pace by her husband's side while Eamonn wolfed down his food as if it would vanish before his eyes in mere moments. While Eamonn was done long before Aislin, she had an appetite to rival his own. once both were settled with eating, small coversation began between the four of them, Aislin and the wife of Cormack talking the least as men spoke on serious issues such as farming, transportation and horses. Aislin loved listening to her husband talk on horses. He knew so much and while he had taught her a great deal, there was still much to be learned. The comment came to Aislin's mind and she spoke to both men and the woman. "What of breeding? Once...ye spoke of Sevenwaters being a source for breeding the best horses. Will that be such here as well?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Old habits did indeed never fade as he piled the food onto his and his wife's plates. Eamonn's appetite had returned, and now that he was no longer burdened with emotions brought about by the fight he and his wife had, Eamonn was going to eat his fill and not care who laughed or watched. Some smiled at him, and the Marshal nodded back in acknowledgement. Right now, he wanted to eat, for he was rather hungry, and was in need of building his frame back up and restoring the form he once had. He was getting there, and was not so bony anymore. Venison was sawed off in large chunks as he wolfed his food down quickly, and heartily. Cormack joined their table, and hazel eyes turned up to his second-in-command and another nod was given to him in silent greeting. The two talked about war, missions, and other things while they left their wives to chatter about whatever came to their minds and appeased them. Eamonn finished his meal long before Aislin, and his free hand wrapped around her waist in a silent display of belonging. He was hers, and she was his. They were husband and wife, and no man or woman would come between them. Grasping the mug, a large gulp of whiskey was downed to help wash down such a wonderful meal. The subject of horses came up, and that was a topic he knew much about. So, he could not help to speak long about them, and when he pause to take another drink, Aislin spoke, and his eyes turned to his wife. "I can only hope. With hope, that will be the wealth of Eohmark as well, in the good stock of loyal, and fine equine. It only makes proper sense since here is where most of the the calvary reside, men I have fought beside now and trained with. Everyone here knows the true value of a good horse, and that I am proud to see." He replied, giving her side a light, but loving squeeze of affection.
Aislin of Eohmark- Words were rare when it came to the women simply because they were secretly interested in their husband's conversation. When Eamonn held Aislin close and spoke on the possibility of breeding horses becoming a reality, she was excited. "Ah would love to see it happen as well. Truly, Eohmark would make fine horses, as they have made a fine village thus far." Eamonn's loving squeeze was not missed and Aislin's hand fell upon his thigh, pressing her fingers around the thick bit of meat there and giving a loving squeeze in return under the table where no other could see. She smiled at him, a slow curl of those thinner lips to make her look younger then she was and show the rare beauty of her. "When ye all would like to start..I will buckle down and truly learn more on horses so that ah can heldp care for them if sickness or accidents come." The music could not be denied by the people of Eohmark. Many, including the second and his wife stood as the drinks seemed to fill some, so they could join the dancing crowd of people that were just beyond the tables around the large hearth that helped warm the hall. Aislin watched from afar, not missing or pondering on such action because she did not know or long to dance. It worked well, because her husband never asked her. Long hair was pushed back behind her shoulders to trail along her back before her head tilted and lay her temple to her husband's shoulder. "Look to them Eamonn. They are happy. Are ye happy husband? Are ye looking forward to some time to relax and spend watching our daughter grow into a women?" Her voice was firm as always, yet held that bit of female softness within it as she watched them carry on, dancing, laughing and everything a person should have in their life.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Feeling her hand upon his thigh and give a soft squeeze in response to his hand, inwardly he sighed happily. Eamonn could not ask for more. His wife was beside him and in good health, and once more they were home in the lands of Eohmark. Eamonn could not do anything but agree with the fact lf seeing this place prosper in the ways of horses. But Aislin asked to learn more about horses, and Eamonn could not be prouder. Of course he would teach her more about the creatures, for she did have a point. While the men were gone, someone needed to learn how to run the home, and Eamonn trusted no one more than his wife. "I would not mind teaching you what I know about horses, my wife." He replied. As the music picked up, more and more people wanted to go off and dance, something that Eamonn did not kno how to do. The Marshal had never been asked or expected to dance, so he did not, and thankfully Aislin did not press or beg him to do such. The side of her head rested against his shoulder and for a moment his eyes were watching the people dance near the large fire that warmed the room. Were they really happy? Eamonn hoped so. He was trying to be a good commander and provider for not only his family, but that of his people as well. A soft sigh left his lips. "As happy as any man could be seeing his men and family enjoying themselves. I am looking forward to spending time some time watching our daughter grow." Eamonn replied, finishing the whiskey in his mug as he held her close
Aislin of Eohmark-Aislin's hand slid upwards, moving to Eamonn's stomach, careful still of the scarring tissue there before it rose all the way up to be placed over where she knew his heart lay just beyond flesh, muscle and bone. There it lingered, while her head rested on his shoulder. Aislin did not care about showing weakness or love for her husband, though she still did not show it as other women did daily. Both, were increasing their display but it was still a slow matter. She could feel his strong peck muscle under her hand and the warmth that came from his replenishing body each day. The fabric felt wonderful against her flesh and she found herself nuzzling his broad shoulder for a moment before tilting and turning her head to press her lips along the hair of his cheek so gently that it was as if a butterfly were kissing him. Lips lingered there while nostrils inhaled his fresh scent and skin felt the course hairs on his face under them. Her small nose pressed against his cheek, digging softly before she tilted her forehead forward and pressed it to the line of his brow. The hand that had been upon his chest moved up, placing her warm palm against the opposite side of his cheek to turn his head towards her as she moved her own back. It was not sexual, it was love. Tenderness and adoration from Aislin. Ocean eyes met with those rich hazel eyes, reminding her of the earth within his gaze. That would make her eyes the water, one needing the other to survive. "Ah love ye husband. Ah be happy..in this moment. " she whispered before her lips pressed to his gently.
Eamonn of Eohmark- A small wave of pleasure washed over him as her hand moved from his thigh and to his stomach, then from there to his chest, being careful of the two healing gashes on his chest from those dreaded spikes. Eamonn took a slow, deep breath to help counter the feeling, for they were in the public's eye and Eamonn was still starting to understand that some amount of public affection was not wrong or improper. With Aislin, such thoughts were easily forgotten. Any amount of affection was still new to him, for they had only been together for more than a year now, but to be honest, it felt like a lifetime already. His eyes closed for a moment as she nuzzled his chest and into the soft fabric that concealed his bandaged body and her handy-work. Nostrils flared as he inhaled once more, loving even the smallest amount of affection from her after being staved of it for months at a time. For weeks since they had returned from war they had not left each other's side, and Eamonn would plan on keeping it that way. He would let no harm come to her, not while he was still here. Eamonn canted his head to the side a bit in an effort to lean into her touch and affections as her hand cupped his cheek and forced him to turn his head and meet her gaze. Hazel eyes were staring into the depths of her oceanic orbs, and Eamonn's hand rubbed her side fondly. "I love you, wife. Always." He whispered in reply, before his lips met hers in that gently kiss. In this moment, the Marshal did not care who all dared to look their way or speak about the affections that he and his wife were showing. It was not lewd, but that of love. Eamonn nearly died, and it would be a worry if they were not close at this moment. Pulling her closer to his body still, his large hand continued to rub and stroke her side tenderly while his other rested on the table's top
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin would never do anything to ashame Eamonn in the presence of his men and it was why she did not press that kiss into something more, something that would lead to private affairs between them. Now that he stayed here on earth with her, there would be plenty of time for that. Aislin moved a bit closer as she felt her husband's hand pull her towards him until their sides were pressed to each other and she was leaning into him. How she loved this man. He was her everything and while she did not know how to always show it, the feeling was always there. She wanted no other and wished she could turn ugly to other's eyes and be beautiful on in Eamonn's. Fingers moved up with her palm to brush the hair back from his face as her lips left his and her eyes fluttered open to see his own handsome face. "Ye look handsome tonight. Ye always look handsome..but tonight..ah see a true nobleman in ye. It nay always be a bad thing husband. We can appear as such, while keeping a simple mind in matters to make sure we represent the people who can nay always be heard aye? Ah be thinking..ah do nay want to change Eamonn. Ah do nay want to be proper with manners expected to nay insult another. Ah would never embarrass the Duchess or Duke, but we can only be who we are...no different. " eyes drifted to their people...those they lived with now among the hills and vast lands of beauty before returning back to him. "Ah do nay want to be only these people's Lady...ah want us to always be involved. If ah should fall behind in my duties as a woman of common background..will ye tell me? Will ye pull me back down to solid ground?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- If Eamonn could be perfect for her, he would certainly do it. There was nothing that Eamonn would not do for her, truly. There had never been nor would their ever be another woman to hold the same place that she had in his heart. In so many ways he was naive in the ways of love, and he was truly blessed to have a woman that did not take advantage of that. She was fair to him and loved him for who he was, not what he could do for her. He loved his wife with all his heart, and it showed. Ask anyone here and they would testify to the fact that Eamonn loved Aislin wholly. When the kiss finally ended, he sighed a bit, and his eyes opened once more to gaze down and into her eyes. Blonde strands of hair were brushed from his face before he spoke. Eamonn listened to her silently. She had such a good point, it really made him think. Eamonn was trying so hard to be 'polite' in the eyes of others, but why? He was denying who he truly was, and Eamonn was tired of playing games. This was not his job to be a diplomat. It was warfare and law, that was where his occupation laid. He could not be anything other than himself. Sighing softly, he nodded. "I do, my wife. We can never be anything more than we are, nobility title or not. I doubt that you will forget that, Aislin, but should you, I will remind you if you do for me as well. I..cannot be a diplomat, though I have tried, and I am denying and hiding who I am...which I cannot. My business is war and law enforcement, nothing more. My duty is to you, our daughter, and the people of Skye and Eohmark, making sure that they are defended." He replied, before kissing her lips softly once more. But after what they had all been through, Eamonn was tired of being silent and the peaceful diplomatic man. That was what Adam or Aman-ud-Din was for. "After all that we have been through...I cannot be any thing else but myself...damn what the world thinks."
Aislin of Eohmark- Eamonn could not be more right then when he spoke just now. "Aye husband..that be what ye are and what ye know. After war...ah know my place is among the healers. It is what ah know best. War and punishment is what ye do and know be no shame in it husband. It does nay make ye a brute or a incomplete man. My words to ye before, were wrong Eamonn. Ye do nay need to change. If ye are nay the one to put his fist down or to a man's face, who will? If ye are nay the one to be firm and stead fast..who will? Someone has to be and it is ye place Eamonn to be that man. Ye need nay be soft...let others do that. Ye be as ye always have been and what ye know to be. Ye temper be the only thing ye need to take care with, everything else..is who ye are. Ah do nay care if people say ah be married to a statue or a man who feels nothing. They do nay need to know ye in the manner myself, yer child and yer men know. Let them...fear ye. The Duchess and the Duke will be the ones who wish to gain respect through a kind but firm hand. Ye have my respect and those of the men directly under ye. Ye need nothing else. Do ye understand me husband?" Her eyes never left his while her face remained that calm serious she always held. Aislin was not a ill educated woman. Her father had taught her well, but time had made such things lost. As she was thrusted into another life..she remembered all the words spoken to her as a child. Her father, was more then he appeared and so would Aislin be.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was a brute in so many ways, but what did he care? Aislin still loved him, no matter, and that was all that he could ask for. She had seen him at his worse, and still she had the courage to love the war monger that he was. He could ask for nothing more than that. He did not need to change...Eamonn could not change. He tried, but was failing at that, and not to mention he did not want to lose himself, for if he did change...it might not be for the best. Bess told him he needed to open up and talk about his feelings more, but Eamonn could not do that, for there was no telling WHAT would happen if he let emotions from the past haunt him. Eamonn might change for the worse, and that was something he did not want to do. But Aislin was right. If he did not object or remain firm, then who would? Adam? Hardly. The man had issues in giving out warrants for hangings. Eamonn gazed down at his wife, and the barest of smiles appeared. He was blessed with such an understanding and intelligent wife. She was right in everything she said now. People did not need to know his soft side, that was not for their eyes. It was only for the eyes of his daughter, who he loved dearly. Eamonn nodded. "I do, wife. I understand..and agree. Thank you." Eamonn replied, giving her side another squeeze
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin sighed contently at that. She was glad he understood, the next step would be to make sure they acted as they needed to. People of the outside world did not need to see these things they shared together or with their daughter. As the celebration went on, Aislin and Eamonn eased their talks so that they could speak on better things. Not long after, the maiden came into the hall with a bundle between her arms as she looked for the Lord and Lady. Once found, a sniffling, red face, tears in the eyes and very unhappy Sorcha was delivered to Eamonn to which she smiled wide to show her gum filled mouth once she saw her father. Aislin leaned over and laughed softly at that. "She be deadly with her persuasions. She know what she be wanting and will do what ever to get it. We shall have to watch her. She be having yer temper, by ways of working the world and her own plots within that growing mind of hers." Sorcha wiggled as her eyes never left Eamonn's face, gazing with pure and utter adoration at the blond war monger from which she came. Eyes as blue as the sky stared at hazel ones while thos small lips curled upwards and she giggled, reaching up to grasp his finely combed hair and give it a soft tug with what strength she had. When she burped, a bubbled formed around her mouth then popped, making her laugh all the more and wiggle within Eamonn's arms.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Aislin was right; the world did not need to see him as Aislin and others saw him. Eamonn could not deny who he was, nor would he do such anymore. The moments and emotions that he shared with his wife and daughter were reserved for them alone, and no one else. The feast continued on, and soon their talked turned into the less serious discussions. His arm did not leave her waist as he thanked a servant for refilling his mug with whiskey. Good ol' Scotch whiskey. There was no better. The mug was raised to his lips once more and as he took a drink, Eamonn noticed the presence of Aislin's hand maidens carrying a little bunden. Quickly he swallowed and sat the mug down as Sorcha was brought over, sniffling and huffing until Eamonn took her in his arm and held her close to him whil his other arm remained around his wife. Eamonn smirked as he gazed down at his beautiful little girl as she smiled up at him and cooed softly. "She knows what she wants, and there is nothing wrong with that. She has your cunning mind, mind you, and knows how to sway me." He replied, arching a thick brown as he glanced over to his wife for a moment before his gaze returned to his precious little girl. Hands reached up to grab at his hair, her new fettish it seemed, and gave a few tugs. "She is growing stronger every day...and more beautiful.." He whispered fondly, smiling a bit more as he watched those bubbles form as she burped and laughed in her own amusement, before wiggling all the more in his arm. Unwrapping his arm from around Aislin's wife, his hands placed themselves on both on Sorcha's sides and lifted her up so her little feet were still touching his uninjured thigh. Sorcha did a little dance as she figited happily, squealing as Eamonn pulled her close and kissed her forehead tenderly. Little hands formed fists and she shook them as feet tapped against his muscular thigh. Eamonn could not help but chuckle as he leaned back a bit to gaze at her
Aislin of Eohmark- "Aye husband that she does. She is truly our gift of love...our love in physcial form." When Eamonn removed his arm from around Aislin, she leaned up and reached for her own mug of sweet mead to pull it closer, then up. A drink was taken as she watched Eamonn make Sorcha do a little dance upon his thighs. She could hold her head up now by herself, a trait they had sat and watched for hours on end while resting up and healing from war. Now she looked around the world on her own, holding her head up on her neck as hands clasped together then pulled apart in joy. She was so excited that she passed a bit of gas and it always seemed to make Aislin smile. "She truly has no worries. She knows ye will love her no matter what." Little hands reached out for Eamonn's hair and she gav a soft pout of her lips when she could not reach it. Little chubby legs kicked out as she tried to move closer and wiggled in his arms. Some women gave giggles as they passed by bit it the look on Eamonn's face or the cuteness of the child in his arms. "Ye know husband...many women about here gush that ye make a beautiful babe. As if my womb had no hand in it." Aislin teased before wiping the drool from her daughter's mouth without hesitation using her fingers. It was wiped off on her own dress and forgotten. " Ah be looking forward to another...perhaps a son if we be lucky. The best of both worlds,"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Her large eyes were looking around at her world, the lights, and the new sights about them. Eamonn chuckled again as his daughter peered over his shoulder and clapped her hands in glee. Eamonn loved his daughter, there was no doubt about it. Women were ignored and unnoticed as they passed by and looked at him and Sorcha with giggles and smiles. Sorcha passed a bit of gas, and once more he chuckled, while Sorcha grinned,seemingly pleased with herself that she could make her father smile and laugh so easily. Little fingers reached for his hair again, swiping at it, but failed to grasp the golden strands. Huffing and pouting with determination, she reached again, waving her hand as if that would help her reach the strands of hair. Giving into his little girl, Eamonn leaned in, and Sorcha squealed as tiny fingers seized a lock of his hair. "As she should. I delivered her...she is a sharp girl." He confirmed, hazel eyes watching his daughter twirl his hair and stare at it in wonder. Hearing Aislin's comment, Eamonn arched a brow and glanced over to his wife. Why would he be in the conversation of other woman? "Then they are foolish. She has looks of both you and I. Why would they gush about me? I am not married to them. Have they nothing better to talk about?" He scoffed lightly, before turning back to his daughter as her mouth was wiped by her mother. Another child? Eamonn smirked a bit at the thought. Boy or girl, Eamonn did not care. "Another son or daughter...it matters not what gender they are, for they will be loved all the same...though it would be nice to have a strong son to carry on our name. But such is not determined by us." He replied, Sorcha stomping her little foot down on his thigh as she tugged on his hair more, playing with it in her hands.
Aislin of Eohmark- "Aye my husband, but it be ye seed that created her. She comes from ye phallus and sac while simply using my womb as her area to grow ready for the world. " Still it was funny to hear Eamonn as he spoke of them not being married to him. "Aye...any gender will be loved without question, but a boy and a girl would be nice. Ah....such will come one day." the mead was pulled towards her before she looked to her daughter and that cute little wiggle dance. Aislin did not have shame in her words it seemed, for she enjoyed her husband's phallus and while she would not tell the world about their acts, if he asked her, she would tell. There was a blunt truth in her words, for the seed that created Sorcha did come from Eamonn not Aislin. Drinking up the rest of the mead, she placed the mug back to the table and leaned closer to Eamonn as Sorcha found her wonderment in his hair. She even pulled it to her mouth and began to chew on the ends with her gums, moving her hands down to shake them and smack herself lightly as the hair hung from her little lips and eyes went elsewhere in the room at the movements of others." Nay too soon husband..ah be having a grand time trying for one...perhaps tonight ye will let me mount ye again so ye can lay back and relax?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn blinked. Hazel eyes snapped over to Aislin as she spoke. WHY was she talking about his phallus and scrotum here?! In front of people?! That was hardly considered table polite conversation, and while he loved his wife's bluntness, Eamonn was trying hard to hide the tint of colour rising in his cheeks. "Aislin, need I remind you that OTHERS are around?" He inquired softly. He did not want the whole world to hear about his male organs, for he still was a private man, though he had no shame in his body. Her words were...unexpected. Back to the thoughts of another child. Eamonn wanted more children, he loved Sorcha with all his heart, and to know that his lineage would not die as he once thought was comforting. Even this war monger could love and yearn for a family all his own. Aislin was the only woman with courage to stand up to the task. While Aislin finished her mead, hazel eyes had turned back to his daughter as she put the ends of his hair into her mouth to gum the strands. Eamonn didn't mind. He grinned as he watched her find her own amusement. His eyes widened. AISLIN! His cheeks flushed pink as he snapped his eyes down to her in a look of surprise. "Aislin! How many comes of mead HAVE you had tonight? You certainly have a loose tongue..." Which, oddly enough, Eamonn found rather alluring. Still. What if others were listening?! Pressing his lips together, he swallowed hard and blinked once more, arching a thick brow quizzically.
Aislin of Eohmark- How handsome Eamonn looked with his cheeks glowing red in the orange glow of the candles that were around them. Eyes snapped back to him and she laughed. "nay enough husband...nay enough. Ye like the thought." Aislin had little shame when it came to such things. Of course she was not one to flaunt either. She simply did not see the need to worry on what toers thought anymore if Eamonn and herself were husband and wife. "We have a child my husband..ah do nay think people truly do nay know what we do at night when no one else be around. Ah be sure some have heard us before...a few have even seen us.." Aislin winced as those words fell from her mouth. Too much. She was hoping Eamonn missed them when she moved up from the chair and said she was going to get more mead. "Ah'll get ye some more whiskey"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn wasof the many that were glad to be home once more. Finbar was still resting in the stables of Eohmark, waiting eagerly for his rider to return. The trip to Turas Lan had been a long one, too long in his opinion, but it was a journey that he and his wife had to take. His daughter was in his lap as the carriage pulled up to the first wooden gate of Eohmark, and once it opened, they made the ascend up the side of the cliff to the second gate, where there resided their home, the House of the Healing Horse. When the wagon finally stopped, Aislin was the first to get out, and the moment her feet touched the ground, Sorcha was passed to her until he could stand upon the solid ground as well, before taking her arm and slowly climbing the steps and passing through the doors. It was midday by the time they arrived, and that evening, there was to a smaller, private feast for the people of Eohmark, to toast their own victorious dead. As the evening came upon them, tables were set out, as well as barrels of ale and whiskey. Food was prepared by the servants and cooks, leaving the royal couple a chance to change and to rest a bit. Candles and torches were lit to cast a hearty orange glow about the hall. Everyone and their families sat at a table, children standing on the chairs for a better view while some women held a babe in their arms or at their hips. Eamonn was dressed in a deep burgundy tunic of cotton with a very high mandarin collar with embroidery of gold, black and green in the Celtic design. Over that was a long, over tunic of a red-brown hue made of velvet that was split up to the waist front and back. The sleeveless arm openings were trimmed in the same embroidered motifs as the undertunic, as well as the hemline's trim and around the V-neckline. A belt with his sword attached was fastened about his waist, and thanks to his wife, his blonde hair was combed neatly. Eamonn raised the large goblet in his large hand as he stood at the front of the hall, his wife a bit behind him and to the side. "We Honour the Brave men who fought this war, and those who gave their lives for such a noble cause. Hail to the glory of the dead." And with a loud reply of 'HAIL', Eamonn lifted the goblet to his lips and drank of it, then handed it to his wife for her to drink as well of the wine within the goblet
Aislin of Eohmark- There were many times where Aislin looked upon their new home and was still amazed at the fact that they lived in such a grand place and that they all had build every bit of area here. Aislin was quick to get a bath for herself and her husband to get ready for the private feast of their lands. Eohmark had come so close to being taken over and many, were ready for peace. Aislin and Eamonn did not wish to disappoint them. After brushing her own long locks of deep chestnut and now dark golden strands, she had done the same for her husband, wanting them to be presentable tonight and ready to make their first formal appearance as the lady and lord of Eohmark. Some time later, Aislin stood slightly behind her husband dress in a long gown of velvet and the deep shades of green, golds and yellows. Such colors, Aislin did not normally wear, but with the present of a teal dress, she was learning that colors were adored on her. The collar had been folded and the sleeves of the arms extended to the ground, moving like wings every time she would lift her hands higher then her waist. To help her walk so she would not need to pick up her skirts, the first layer of velvet had been pulled back and tied to the side, leaving a barely noticed slit along her right so that when she walked, it gave her room. Ocean eyes now seemed to shine with more jade in their depths due to the dress that covered her form. Every face, expression, words or signs was taken in as she looked to those that she would help grow and protect. Hands rested in front of her gown as she listened to her husband's husky voice, glad to hear it elsewhere save in her mind. Sorcha lay to rest within their room with a maiden that Aislin was growing comfortable with by her side. Among their people, Aislin spoke a 'hail' as well and waited for her husband to turn his body and give her his goblet to drink of. A custom, she was learning still from Eamonn himself. Many, were taking in the ways of Sevenwaters, finding the teaches and words of Eamonn to be a better, simple life that brought simple riches for all. Slender fingers gripped he goblet as it was brought to her wide and soft lips to taste of the drink he had within. A moment later, she passed it back to him and moved closer to his side. They had announced that Pyres, would be the traditional passing from this life to the next. Those who would want to be buried, would ask such in a will that could be written for them if they could not write. Most...were either undecided or had agreed to being burned because the sight of a graveyard did not appeal to them. Aislin waited for Eamonn to tell all to feast and go on with their night, before she leaned closer to his frame, the contrast between the green and deep burgandy made them mix but not match as they moved down the stairs and head for the food, Aislin's first place to be.
Eamonn of Eohmark- It was his duty to safe guard the people of not only Eohmark, but that of Skye as a whole. Still, such could not be done alone, and Eamonn was glad to have such loyal, and faithful men serve under him. Their families trusted him to protect and guide them, and Eamonn would do just that. They entrusted their lives to him, and he would keep them safe to death. Eohmark was much like Sevenwaters had been, for it was where he grew up, and it was what he had been use to. However, even the people here found the sort of place appealing because it was simple, yet had beauty and riches worth their weight in gold. It was not like the glorious city of Turas Lan with high stone walls. They had what they needed here, splendor was not in a bejeweled city. Eamonn waited for his wife to take a drink from the goblet as others drank their ale and whiskeys from their mugs, the children of course with cider and juice. As the goblet was passed back to him, Eamonn nodded, and rose the cup again. "Enjoy the festivities of the evening." He declared, and with a cheer, the chatter began as peopled moved about to get food and drinks. Music even played from those who felt the urge to play. Eamon waited for his wife to approach his side and step closer, and once she did, His arm wrapped around her waist, feeling the soft fabric, and pulled her close to him as he followed her to the foods. The goblet was drained of its contents, and passed to a servant to be cleaned and put away for another special occasion. He didn't need a fancy goblet to drink out of, save for ceremony and purpose. Now, all he needed was a typical clay mug glazed and filled with whiskey. With his drink in one hand, Eamonn reluctantly moved his arm from her waist and began to pile on the food for Aislin on her plate, filling it completely, before he helped himself and filled it with tender meats, bread, and a bit of vegetables. Finding the nearest table, Eamonn waited for her to seat herself first, before he sat beside his wife and heart, the mug and plate sat upon the wooden table as he reached into his boot and pulled out the plain dirk, and already began sawing off a large chunk of vension.
Aislin of Eohmark- Old habits seemed to never fade with the couple. Aislin grabbed a small plate to pile on some of the fresh fruits picked earlier that day while Eamonn handled the other foods such as meats, veggies and starches. Eyes danced between her husband, their plates he was getting and her own she was getting for them as well. Between the two of them. they could truly pile it on. Men near Eamonn smiled wide, but held back their laughter as they saw the large amount of food that the Lord Marshal was gathering as if he was going to be a bear and go hide away for the winter. Surprisingly, Aislin's appetite was back and in full swing, so she was more then ready to take on the plate her husband had made her. Men laughed and begun to play games to amuse themselves while their wives or children did the same elsewhere. Many men played drinking a food games. Who could eat the fastest or the most..who could drink the fastest or the most. Once Aislin and Eamonn were settled, Eamonn's second sat down across from them with his own wife and gave a nod to the Lord Marshal as he pulled his own dagger from his waist and the men seemed to mirror each other though Cormack used a fork as well. No words needed to be shared as Aislin ate with a eased pace by her husband's side while Eamonn wolfed down his food as if it would vanish before his eyes in mere moments. While Eamonn was done long before Aislin, she had an appetite to rival his own. once both were settled with eating, small coversation began between the four of them, Aislin and the wife of Cormack talking the least as men spoke on serious issues such as farming, transportation and horses. Aislin loved listening to her husband talk on horses. He knew so much and while he had taught her a great deal, there was still much to be learned. The comment came to Aislin's mind and she spoke to both men and the woman. "What of breeding? Once...ye spoke of Sevenwaters being a source for breeding the best horses. Will that be such here as well?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Old habits did indeed never fade as he piled the food onto his and his wife's plates. Eamonn's appetite had returned, and now that he was no longer burdened with emotions brought about by the fight he and his wife had, Eamonn was going to eat his fill and not care who laughed or watched. Some smiled at him, and the Marshal nodded back in acknowledgement. Right now, he wanted to eat, for he was rather hungry, and was in need of building his frame back up and restoring the form he once had. He was getting there, and was not so bony anymore. Venison was sawed off in large chunks as he wolfed his food down quickly, and heartily. Cormack joined their table, and hazel eyes turned up to his second-in-command and another nod was given to him in silent greeting. The two talked about war, missions, and other things while they left their wives to chatter about whatever came to their minds and appeased them. Eamonn finished his meal long before Aislin, and his free hand wrapped around her waist in a silent display of belonging. He was hers, and she was his. They were husband and wife, and no man or woman would come between them. Grasping the mug, a large gulp of whiskey was downed to help wash down such a wonderful meal. The subject of horses came up, and that was a topic he knew much about. So, he could not help to speak long about them, and when he pause to take another drink, Aislin spoke, and his eyes turned to his wife. "I can only hope. With hope, that will be the wealth of Eohmark as well, in the good stock of loyal, and fine equine. It only makes proper sense since here is where most of the the calvary reside, men I have fought beside now and trained with. Everyone here knows the true value of a good horse, and that I am proud to see." He replied, giving her side a light, but loving squeeze of affection.
Aislin of Eohmark- Words were rare when it came to the women simply because they were secretly interested in their husband's conversation. When Eamonn held Aislin close and spoke on the possibility of breeding horses becoming a reality, she was excited. "Ah would love to see it happen as well. Truly, Eohmark would make fine horses, as they have made a fine village thus far." Eamonn's loving squeeze was not missed and Aislin's hand fell upon his thigh, pressing her fingers around the thick bit of meat there and giving a loving squeeze in return under the table where no other could see. She smiled at him, a slow curl of those thinner lips to make her look younger then she was and show the rare beauty of her. "When ye all would like to start..I will buckle down and truly learn more on horses so that ah can heldp care for them if sickness or accidents come." The music could not be denied by the people of Eohmark. Many, including the second and his wife stood as the drinks seemed to fill some, so they could join the dancing crowd of people that were just beyond the tables around the large hearth that helped warm the hall. Aislin watched from afar, not missing or pondering on such action because she did not know or long to dance. It worked well, because her husband never asked her. Long hair was pushed back behind her shoulders to trail along her back before her head tilted and lay her temple to her husband's shoulder. "Look to them Eamonn. They are happy. Are ye happy husband? Are ye looking forward to some time to relax and spend watching our daughter grow into a women?" Her voice was firm as always, yet held that bit of female softness within it as she watched them carry on, dancing, laughing and everything a person should have in their life.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Feeling her hand upon his thigh and give a soft squeeze in response to his hand, inwardly he sighed happily. Eamonn could not ask for more. His wife was beside him and in good health, and once more they were home in the lands of Eohmark. Eamonn could not do anything but agree with the fact lf seeing this place prosper in the ways of horses. But Aislin asked to learn more about horses, and Eamonn could not be prouder. Of course he would teach her more about the creatures, for she did have a point. While the men were gone, someone needed to learn how to run the home, and Eamonn trusted no one more than his wife. "I would not mind teaching you what I know about horses, my wife." He replied. As the music picked up, more and more people wanted to go off and dance, something that Eamonn did not kno how to do. The Marshal had never been asked or expected to dance, so he did not, and thankfully Aislin did not press or beg him to do such. The side of her head rested against his shoulder and for a moment his eyes were watching the people dance near the large fire that warmed the room. Were they really happy? Eamonn hoped so. He was trying to be a good commander and provider for not only his family, but that of his people as well. A soft sigh left his lips. "As happy as any man could be seeing his men and family enjoying themselves. I am looking forward to spending time some time watching our daughter grow." Eamonn replied, finishing the whiskey in his mug as he held her close
Aislin of Eohmark-Aislin's hand slid upwards, moving to Eamonn's stomach, careful still of the scarring tissue there before it rose all the way up to be placed over where she knew his heart lay just beyond flesh, muscle and bone. There it lingered, while her head rested on his shoulder. Aislin did not care about showing weakness or love for her husband, though she still did not show it as other women did daily. Both, were increasing their display but it was still a slow matter. She could feel his strong peck muscle under her hand and the warmth that came from his replenishing body each day. The fabric felt wonderful against her flesh and she found herself nuzzling his broad shoulder for a moment before tilting and turning her head to press her lips along the hair of his cheek so gently that it was as if a butterfly were kissing him. Lips lingered there while nostrils inhaled his fresh scent and skin felt the course hairs on his face under them. Her small nose pressed against his cheek, digging softly before she tilted her forehead forward and pressed it to the line of his brow. The hand that had been upon his chest moved up, placing her warm palm against the opposite side of his cheek to turn his head towards her as she moved her own back. It was not sexual, it was love. Tenderness and adoration from Aislin. Ocean eyes met with those rich hazel eyes, reminding her of the earth within his gaze. That would make her eyes the water, one needing the other to survive. "Ah love ye husband. Ah be happy..in this moment. " she whispered before her lips pressed to his gently.
Eamonn of Eohmark- A small wave of pleasure washed over him as her hand moved from his thigh and to his stomach, then from there to his chest, being careful of the two healing gashes on his chest from those dreaded spikes. Eamonn took a slow, deep breath to help counter the feeling, for they were in the public's eye and Eamonn was still starting to understand that some amount of public affection was not wrong or improper. With Aislin, such thoughts were easily forgotten. Any amount of affection was still new to him, for they had only been together for more than a year now, but to be honest, it felt like a lifetime already. His eyes closed for a moment as she nuzzled his chest and into the soft fabric that concealed his bandaged body and her handy-work. Nostrils flared as he inhaled once more, loving even the smallest amount of affection from her after being staved of it for months at a time. For weeks since they had returned from war they had not left each other's side, and Eamonn would plan on keeping it that way. He would let no harm come to her, not while he was still here. Eamonn canted his head to the side a bit in an effort to lean into her touch and affections as her hand cupped his cheek and forced him to turn his head and meet her gaze. Hazel eyes were staring into the depths of her oceanic orbs, and Eamonn's hand rubbed her side fondly. "I love you, wife. Always." He whispered in reply, before his lips met hers in that gently kiss. In this moment, the Marshal did not care who all dared to look their way or speak about the affections that he and his wife were showing. It was not lewd, but that of love. Eamonn nearly died, and it would be a worry if they were not close at this moment. Pulling her closer to his body still, his large hand continued to rub and stroke her side tenderly while his other rested on the table's top
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin would never do anything to ashame Eamonn in the presence of his men and it was why she did not press that kiss into something more, something that would lead to private affairs between them. Now that he stayed here on earth with her, there would be plenty of time for that. Aislin moved a bit closer as she felt her husband's hand pull her towards him until their sides were pressed to each other and she was leaning into him. How she loved this man. He was her everything and while she did not know how to always show it, the feeling was always there. She wanted no other and wished she could turn ugly to other's eyes and be beautiful on in Eamonn's. Fingers moved up with her palm to brush the hair back from his face as her lips left his and her eyes fluttered open to see his own handsome face. "Ye look handsome tonight. Ye always look handsome..but tonight..ah see a true nobleman in ye. It nay always be a bad thing husband. We can appear as such, while keeping a simple mind in matters to make sure we represent the people who can nay always be heard aye? Ah be thinking..ah do nay want to change Eamonn. Ah do nay want to be proper with manners expected to nay insult another. Ah would never embarrass the Duchess or Duke, but we can only be who we are...no different. " eyes drifted to their people...those they lived with now among the hills and vast lands of beauty before returning back to him. "Ah do nay want to be only these people's Lady...ah want us to always be involved. If ah should fall behind in my duties as a woman of common background..will ye tell me? Will ye pull me back down to solid ground?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- If Eamonn could be perfect for her, he would certainly do it. There was nothing that Eamonn would not do for her, truly. There had never been nor would their ever be another woman to hold the same place that she had in his heart. In so many ways he was naive in the ways of love, and he was truly blessed to have a woman that did not take advantage of that. She was fair to him and loved him for who he was, not what he could do for her. He loved his wife with all his heart, and it showed. Ask anyone here and they would testify to the fact that Eamonn loved Aislin wholly. When the kiss finally ended, he sighed a bit, and his eyes opened once more to gaze down and into her eyes. Blonde strands of hair were brushed from his face before he spoke. Eamonn listened to her silently. She had such a good point, it really made him think. Eamonn was trying so hard to be 'polite' in the eyes of others, but why? He was denying who he truly was, and Eamonn was tired of playing games. This was not his job to be a diplomat. It was warfare and law, that was where his occupation laid. He could not be anything other than himself. Sighing softly, he nodded. "I do, my wife. We can never be anything more than we are, nobility title or not. I doubt that you will forget that, Aislin, but should you, I will remind you if you do for me as well. I..cannot be a diplomat, though I have tried, and I am denying and hiding who I am...which I cannot. My business is war and law enforcement, nothing more. My duty is to you, our daughter, and the people of Skye and Eohmark, making sure that they are defended." He replied, before kissing her lips softly once more. But after what they had all been through, Eamonn was tired of being silent and the peaceful diplomatic man. That was what Adam or Aman-ud-Din was for. "After all that we have been through...I cannot be any thing else but myself...damn what the world thinks."
Aislin of Eohmark- Eamonn could not be more right then when he spoke just now. "Aye husband..that be what ye are and what ye know. After war...ah know my place is among the healers. It is what ah know best. War and punishment is what ye do and know be no shame in it husband. It does nay make ye a brute or a incomplete man. My words to ye before, were wrong Eamonn. Ye do nay need to change. If ye are nay the one to put his fist down or to a man's face, who will? If ye are nay the one to be firm and stead fast..who will? Someone has to be and it is ye place Eamonn to be that man. Ye need nay be soft...let others do that. Ye be as ye always have been and what ye know to be. Ye temper be the only thing ye need to take care with, everything else..is who ye are. Ah do nay care if people say ah be married to a statue or a man who feels nothing. They do nay need to know ye in the manner myself, yer child and yer men know. Let them...fear ye. The Duchess and the Duke will be the ones who wish to gain respect through a kind but firm hand. Ye have my respect and those of the men directly under ye. Ye need nothing else. Do ye understand me husband?" Her eyes never left his while her face remained that calm serious she always held. Aislin was not a ill educated woman. Her father had taught her well, but time had made such things lost. As she was thrusted into another life..she remembered all the words spoken to her as a child. Her father, was more then he appeared and so would Aislin be.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn was a brute in so many ways, but what did he care? Aislin still loved him, no matter, and that was all that he could ask for. She had seen him at his worse, and still she had the courage to love the war monger that he was. He could ask for nothing more than that. He did not need to change...Eamonn could not change. He tried, but was failing at that, and not to mention he did not want to lose himself, for if he did change...it might not be for the best. Bess told him he needed to open up and talk about his feelings more, but Eamonn could not do that, for there was no telling WHAT would happen if he let emotions from the past haunt him. Eamonn might change for the worse, and that was something he did not want to do. But Aislin was right. If he did not object or remain firm, then who would? Adam? Hardly. The man had issues in giving out warrants for hangings. Eamonn gazed down at his wife, and the barest of smiles appeared. He was blessed with such an understanding and intelligent wife. She was right in everything she said now. People did not need to know his soft side, that was not for their eyes. It was only for the eyes of his daughter, who he loved dearly. Eamonn nodded. "I do, wife. I understand..and agree. Thank you." Eamonn replied, giving her side another squeeze
Aislin of Eohmark- Aislin sighed contently at that. She was glad he understood, the next step would be to make sure they acted as they needed to. People of the outside world did not need to see these things they shared together or with their daughter. As the celebration went on, Aislin and Eamonn eased their talks so that they could speak on better things. Not long after, the maiden came into the hall with a bundle between her arms as she looked for the Lord and Lady. Once found, a sniffling, red face, tears in the eyes and very unhappy Sorcha was delivered to Eamonn to which she smiled wide to show her gum filled mouth once she saw her father. Aislin leaned over and laughed softly at that. "She be deadly with her persuasions. She know what she be wanting and will do what ever to get it. We shall have to watch her. She be having yer temper, by ways of working the world and her own plots within that growing mind of hers." Sorcha wiggled as her eyes never left Eamonn's face, gazing with pure and utter adoration at the blond war monger from which she came. Eyes as blue as the sky stared at hazel ones while thos small lips curled upwards and she giggled, reaching up to grasp his finely combed hair and give it a soft tug with what strength she had. When she burped, a bubbled formed around her mouth then popped, making her laugh all the more and wiggle within Eamonn's arms.
Eamonn of Eohmark- Aislin was right; the world did not need to see him as Aislin and others saw him. Eamonn could not deny who he was, nor would he do such anymore. The moments and emotions that he shared with his wife and daughter were reserved for them alone, and no one else. The feast continued on, and soon their talked turned into the less serious discussions. His arm did not leave her waist as he thanked a servant for refilling his mug with whiskey. Good ol' Scotch whiskey. There was no better. The mug was raised to his lips once more and as he took a drink, Eamonn noticed the presence of Aislin's hand maidens carrying a little bunden. Quickly he swallowed and sat the mug down as Sorcha was brought over, sniffling and huffing until Eamonn took her in his arm and held her close to him whil his other arm remained around his wife. Eamonn smirked as he gazed down at his beautiful little girl as she smiled up at him and cooed softly. "She knows what she wants, and there is nothing wrong with that. She has your cunning mind, mind you, and knows how to sway me." He replied, arching a thick brown as he glanced over to his wife for a moment before his gaze returned to his precious little girl. Hands reached up to grab at his hair, her new fettish it seemed, and gave a few tugs. "She is growing stronger every day...and more beautiful.." He whispered fondly, smiling a bit more as he watched those bubbles form as she burped and laughed in her own amusement, before wiggling all the more in his arm. Unwrapping his arm from around Aislin's wife, his hands placed themselves on both on Sorcha's sides and lifted her up so her little feet were still touching his uninjured thigh. Sorcha did a little dance as she figited happily, squealing as Eamonn pulled her close and kissed her forehead tenderly. Little hands formed fists and she shook them as feet tapped against his muscular thigh. Eamonn could not help but chuckle as he leaned back a bit to gaze at her
Aislin of Eohmark- "Aye husband that she does. She is truly our gift of love...our love in physcial form." When Eamonn removed his arm from around Aislin, she leaned up and reached for her own mug of sweet mead to pull it closer, then up. A drink was taken as she watched Eamonn make Sorcha do a little dance upon his thighs. She could hold her head up now by herself, a trait they had sat and watched for hours on end while resting up and healing from war. Now she looked around the world on her own, holding her head up on her neck as hands clasped together then pulled apart in joy. She was so excited that she passed a bit of gas and it always seemed to make Aislin smile. "She truly has no worries. She knows ye will love her no matter what." Little hands reached out for Eamonn's hair and she gav a soft pout of her lips when she could not reach it. Little chubby legs kicked out as she tried to move closer and wiggled in his arms. Some women gave giggles as they passed by bit it the look on Eamonn's face or the cuteness of the child in his arms. "Ye know husband...many women about here gush that ye make a beautiful babe. As if my womb had no hand in it." Aislin teased before wiping the drool from her daughter's mouth without hesitation using her fingers. It was wiped off on her own dress and forgotten. " Ah be looking forward to another...perhaps a son if we be lucky. The best of both worlds,"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Her large eyes were looking around at her world, the lights, and the new sights about them. Eamonn chuckled again as his daughter peered over his shoulder and clapped her hands in glee. Eamonn loved his daughter, there was no doubt about it. Women were ignored and unnoticed as they passed by and looked at him and Sorcha with giggles and smiles. Sorcha passed a bit of gas, and once more he chuckled, while Sorcha grinned,seemingly pleased with herself that she could make her father smile and laugh so easily. Little fingers reached for his hair again, swiping at it, but failed to grasp the golden strands. Huffing and pouting with determination, she reached again, waving her hand as if that would help her reach the strands of hair. Giving into his little girl, Eamonn leaned in, and Sorcha squealed as tiny fingers seized a lock of his hair. "As she should. I delivered her...she is a sharp girl." He confirmed, hazel eyes watching his daughter twirl his hair and stare at it in wonder. Hearing Aislin's comment, Eamonn arched a brow and glanced over to his wife. Why would he be in the conversation of other woman? "Then they are foolish. She has looks of both you and I. Why would they gush about me? I am not married to them. Have they nothing better to talk about?" He scoffed lightly, before turning back to his daughter as her mouth was wiped by her mother. Another child? Eamonn smirked a bit at the thought. Boy or girl, Eamonn did not care. "Another son or daughter...it matters not what gender they are, for they will be loved all the same...though it would be nice to have a strong son to carry on our name. But such is not determined by us." He replied, Sorcha stomping her little foot down on his thigh as she tugged on his hair more, playing with it in her hands.
Aislin of Eohmark- "Aye my husband, but it be ye seed that created her. She comes from ye phallus and sac while simply using my womb as her area to grow ready for the world. " Still it was funny to hear Eamonn as he spoke of them not being married to him. "Aye...any gender will be loved without question, but a boy and a girl would be nice. Ah....such will come one day." the mead was pulled towards her before she looked to her daughter and that cute little wiggle dance. Aislin did not have shame in her words it seemed, for she enjoyed her husband's phallus and while she would not tell the world about their acts, if he asked her, she would tell. There was a blunt truth in her words, for the seed that created Sorcha did come from Eamonn not Aislin. Drinking up the rest of the mead, she placed the mug back to the table and leaned closer to Eamonn as Sorcha found her wonderment in his hair. She even pulled it to her mouth and began to chew on the ends with her gums, moving her hands down to shake them and smack herself lightly as the hair hung from her little lips and eyes went elsewhere in the room at the movements of others." Nay too soon husband..ah be having a grand time trying for one...perhaps tonight ye will let me mount ye again so ye can lay back and relax?"
Eamonn of Eohmark- Eamonn blinked. Hazel eyes snapped over to Aislin as she spoke. WHY was she talking about his phallus and scrotum here?! In front of people?! That was hardly considered table polite conversation, and while he loved his wife's bluntness, Eamonn was trying hard to hide the tint of colour rising in his cheeks. "Aislin, need I remind you that OTHERS are around?" He inquired softly. He did not want the whole world to hear about his male organs, for he still was a private man, though he had no shame in his body. Her words were...unexpected. Back to the thoughts of another child. Eamonn wanted more children, he loved Sorcha with all his heart, and to know that his lineage would not die as he once thought was comforting. Even this war monger could love and yearn for a family all his own. Aislin was the only woman with courage to stand up to the task. While Aislin finished her mead, hazel eyes had turned back to his daughter as she put the ends of his hair into her mouth to gum the strands. Eamonn didn't mind. He grinned as he watched her find her own amusement. His eyes widened. AISLIN! His cheeks flushed pink as he snapped his eyes down to her in a look of surprise. "Aislin! How many comes of mead HAVE you had tonight? You certainly have a loose tongue..." Which, oddly enough, Eamonn found rather alluring. Still. What if others were listening?! Pressing his lips together, he swallowed hard and blinked once more, arching a thick brow quizzically.
Aislin of Eohmark- How handsome Eamonn looked with his cheeks glowing red in the orange glow of the candles that were around them. Eyes snapped back to him and she laughed. "nay enough husband...nay enough. Ye like the thought." Aislin had little shame when it came to such things. Of course she was not one to flaunt either. She simply did not see the need to worry on what toers thought anymore if Eamonn and herself were husband and wife. "We have a child my husband..ah do nay think people truly do nay know what we do at night when no one else be around. Ah be sure some have heard us before...a few have even seen us.." Aislin winced as those words fell from her mouth. Too much. She was hoping Eamonn missed them when she moved up from the chair and said she was going to get more mead. "Ah'll get ye some more whiskey"
